An old gentleman at a small country church had given the same testimony at every meeting for the last twenty years. It was always. . .
“I’m not making much progress, but Praise the Lord, I’m established.”
One rainy afternoon his car slipped off the narrow dirt road and into the ditch. Try as he could, he couldn’t budge, but simply spun his tires. Along came a deacon who could never quite accept the old fellow’s testimony.
Stopping to look the situation over he said with a smile, “Well, Brother, I see you’re not making much progress, but you’re sure established!”